Hypnagogic

Nestor Felix
By Nestor Felix
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I see a scarecrow

On the yellow moon

By the window

Of the third kind

Woman or man

I ought to know

I look to the left

It shifts to the right

Towards Venus

I look to the right

It pivots to the left

Away from Polaris

But the night

Out of the spotlight

Restarts daylight

Znestor Felix Bw
Nestor Felix

Nestor Felix worked in the development sector for many years, covering several countries in Asia. Now retired, he contributes commentaries and opinions to theπ‘ƒβ„Žπ‘–π‘™π‘–π‘π‘π‘–π‘›π‘’ π·π‘Žπ‘–π‘™π‘¦ πΌπ‘›π‘žπ‘’π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Ÿ(by-lined Nono Felix) and essays toπ·π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘™π‘–π‘›π‘’ πΌπ‘π‘Žπ‘™π‘œπ‘›, an online magazine. In the 1970s, 1980s and 1990s, his poems appeared inπΉπ‘œπ‘π‘’π‘  π‘ƒβ„Žπ‘–π‘™π‘–π‘π‘π‘–π‘›π‘’π‘  π‘€π‘Žπ‘”π‘Žπ‘§π‘–π‘›π‘’,π‘†π‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘Žπ‘¦ πΌπ‘›π‘žπ‘’π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘€π‘Žπ‘”π‘Žπ‘§π‘–π‘›π‘’, among others. He is a two-time recipient of theπ‘ƒβ„Žπ‘–π‘™π‘–π‘π‘π‘–π‘›π‘’π‘  πΊπ‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘β„Žπ‘–π‘Salute Award in 2024. Nono lives with his family in San Felipe, Naga City

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